You Feed Upon My Existence
You Tear At My Eyes
For My Mind It Feels Scathed
And People I Curse
Because They In Turn Bleed Me
Resounding Whispers Confounding Doubts
The Whores Face It Leers
My Affliction Writhes, Affliction Writhe
You Can Take This Land
But Leave Me Here Until
And I'll Reach Out For You
Seething Fires Deep Within You
The Healing Fire Within You
(You're So Lost And Lonely)
(You Can Drain What's Mine)
Leave Me Now Unto My Own
For I Don't Need You I Suffer You
You Take The Knife, The Movement Out,
To Push It Back
A Bleeding Wreath For The Suffering
They're Alive In Here
Resounding Whispers Confounding Doubts
The Whores Face Leers At Me
Ice, Stone And Cold Enslaving Me
When I Leave, Here, I'll See
But I Won't Feel
Scented Asphyxiation Turns My Eyes
Binds My Wrist The Carrion Beast
Severing Ragged Limbs
The Concentration Of One
Why "I Am" All
And The Need To Reach Out For...

Amaunet (The Unknown Goddess)

West, Water, Death
The Host
Divine Ruach
The Womb
Elucidate Into The Darkness
When Silent Sleep Befalls You
Lie Back With Absinthe
And Senses Divorcing
We Crave The Night
Before, A Seal
"The Pursuit Of God Knows Strange Dreans"
And Power In Every Feeling
Subjective Minds Objective Wall
(Some Lose Some Find)
Free Enter And Call
The Tree Of Ten Thousand Images
Duality Without The Trinity
In Foreign Hyms
In Mantric Beats
In Visionaries Tears
The Crimson Fire
The Female Fires
In Static Limbs
In Satin Sheets
And Sentenced To Hide In There
It Seems So Cold
Amaunet, The Unkonown Goddess
The Hidden One
Protect Me With Your Shadow
Within Your Shadow The Jubilee
Illumination Oh Initiate...

Bastardised

In The Dust Circled And Naked A Young Child Defiled
Azriel Came You're Too Fucking Late Again
A Neck Tie On The Carpet
A Cut Out Heart
A Broach Made From The Tongue Of Some Little Girl
Your Understanding Of The Virtuous Sacrifice Remains Unyielding
Bloodless Veins Spread Like Graceful Eagles
Am I The Seed, The One To Cause This Aversion
(The Gene) Who Has Nurtured You From Womb
The One That You Call Mother ?
Perhaps You're Fucking Too Late Again ?
A Neck Tie On The Carpet, A Cut Out Heart
A Broach Made From The Tongue Of Some Little Girl
Your Understanding Of The Virtuous Sacrifice Remains Unyielding
Bloodless Veins Spread Like Graceful Eagles
Am I The Seed, The One To Cause This Aversion
(The Gene) Who Has Nurtured You From Womb
The One That You Call Mother ?
So Lay Yourself In Your Pictures And Ideologies Of Filth
I Am The Abortifacient Scalpel And Scythe !
I was I Am I Will Be Again
So Smile Because We All Scream Before We Die
As The Needle Slips Into Your Arm
I'll Still Love You
And As You Recoil
Into The Senseless Son
That Bastardised Conception Of Me Burns
In The Dust Circled And A Naked Young Child Defiled
Azriel Came You'r Too Fucking Late Again

Communion With Sophia

There Was No Temptation, Spread Forth In All Damnation
The Wind Radiated In Casiustry, And With The Tensing
Of Limbs, We Succumbed To The Fall
We Crawled Into The Amber Tears, Embrace The Shaft
A Light To Impale Us Here
Crippled Without Disguise When Walking The Dreams
Of Satyr's Trance
In The Abode Of Death You Lay With The Goat Head
Devour Our Sins And Evoke God
With Blood In Hands, Dream Of The Fall
White Radiant Sleep
We Sleep Within Phyrne, Castrated From God
A Sense So Bright, The Coiled Pleasure, This Union
And Through These Waves
Confineas The Passage Of The Blind, Yet To Feel Safe
In Such A Place To Hide, The Ichor Swells In You
To Wait Until The Blaze, The Ecstatic Dance
And Drawing Back, The Eyes Bleed And Die
(Crawling For Warmth)
For The Cold Broken All Around, Following The Ages Of
Desire, Lying Dead In A Cruciform Prayer
(A Crucified Voyeur)
Come Let Yourself Breath Upon The Open Wings
Sacredly Here You Sleep In Silence
I Consummate The Flames Of A Veiled Disgrace
The Vigil Of This Dance, The Virtue In Your Arms
Wreathed Hands To Satiate, Divulge
Take Me Here From The Gate
Come Take Your Eyes From The Wine For The Shame
Placed On Your Gown, For What Is So Unfound Whispered
In These Verses, Let It Go
Let It Seep Out Of It's Cage Fragmented By A Delusion
Of Your Faith Shaped To Design, A Wailing Wall
She Covets You In Sleep, Promising To Heal
The Relinquishing Parts Of Your Mind
Feel The Blood In Sand, Kneel With Bloody Hands
For This Communion I Seek
With Sophia

Descent

Too Many Voices
So Hard To Tide
The Many Mistakes I Can't Apologise
Outwardly Sentient With Such Mal-Content
I Don't Think I Can Commit Myself To Sink Again,
I Don't Think I Can Convince Myself This Time
It's With In The Self
It Surrounds The Self
It's Within All We Fear Of Ourselves
(And It's Crashing Over Me) Like A Demon Hunting
Drawing On All It Takes To Resist
Now That It's Passing Over
Clawing A Face That Does Not Exist
As It Smothers Over
High Intense Maladies Resurge And Converge
Light Deflects So That The Penitence In Seclusion Is All That Remains
Those Cold Sweet Tears
So Deriding As A Calvary Sky
To Fold Back The Years
Sentiments That Tremor On Fault Lines
I Don't Think I Can Remember When It Came So Fast
I Can't Help But ThinkIn Some Way The Past Would Forget
It's Within The Self, It Surrounds The Self
It's Within All We Fear Of Ourselves
(And It's Charging Straight Through Me) Like Some Tormented Angel
Drawing On All It Takes To Resist
Now That It's Passing Over
Clawing A Face That Does Not Exist
As It Smothers Over
High Intense Maladies Resurge And Converge
Light Deflects So That The Penitence In Seclusion
Is All That Remains When You Finally Succumb
Analyse The {Par(ad)(ox)(ysm)s} And Crimes Sensitise
No Case For Escaping
No Place In Despair
No Mere Trite Distractions Can Reduce What Felt
What Is Reawakening
This Time
This Time I Think I Will Enjoy The Descent
This Time
This Time I Think I Will Enjoy My Descent
Because It's Within The Self
It Surrounds The Self
It Is The Fear Of Ourselves
(And It's Swelling Up In Me) Like Some Fountain Erupting
Drawing On All It Takes To Assist
Now That It's Passing Over
Caressing A Face That Almost Exists
As It Encloses Over
High Intense Maladies Resurge And Converge
Light Deflects So That The Penitence In Seclusion Is All That Remains
...Resurgam...

Drowning The Veil

And The Silver Webbed Lines Are Spinning
For Eight Iron Gloves, Holds A Body,
A Stainless Grieving Brow Falls To The Straw
We Held It Like A Doll
To Be Free Forever
We'll Never Be Near To The Core
As We Can't See We're Blind
From All These Treasures All These Minds
Behind A Smile He Comforts You
Whatever You've Left Is Bruised Or Drawn
Beseeched In Maudlin Form
Surrender Him Your Dreams
For A Life Is Only Dreams
Taken In Every Scene, The Pristine
Fires Protrude From Heads
The Vessels Are Unclean
Dressed In Shimmering White
Deranged, Insane
And Faintly Behind These Barren Walls
From All These Pleasures, Sands Of Time
Behind His Smile Lies Comforting
Trapped In Jagged Wings Of This Christ
Surrender Him Your Dreams
For Your Life Is A Wasted Dream
Kissing The Oscene, For Your Revelry
Intently, The Keys Of Sound, Dream...
Take Them Into This Sound, Dream...
Moving In Silence Moving In Sound, Dream
Bodies Coalesce In Screaming Sound, Freeze
And Death Will See Truth And Song, Dream...
Sleepers Of Right,
Dream...

Emeritus

Contained Inside, Preclude The Trial
For All Now Changing
Into This Storm Of Innocence
And Inner Sense That Time Begets
Well A Haze
A Monument Of Man With Head In Hands
I Can't Know This Cage Around Me
I Can't Feel Their Blood Within Me
I Can't Breathe
This Artifice Of Eternity I Know
Is A Torso Strewn Of Flesh
"The Naked" Blest !
The Altars Flame Breathes Idolatry
Diffuse With Sound We Cry "Sage"
Leaving Past Moments To The Child
While Into The Mandrake I Face, Well I Face
While Shadows Sought Of Someone Else
So We Can Rise, To Harness The Force To
Believe It All
From The Cradle We Fall
And From Our Minds We Give, So We Can
See The Sun
That Shines Before Our Eyes
And Through This Pain I Drift In Wind
As The Essence Pours From Heavens
I Don't Know Where I Belong
But My Body Lies Here Waiting, With You,
I Have Been The Air
To Celebrate The Fires Of Life
Of Life's Offerings
Offerings To Satisfy Desire
To Satisfy Desire Is The Crime
The Crime Inurned (In Lewd Deceit)

The Eternal Procession

Here We Go Again Circling Around In A Stagnant Loop
Etching Our Baleful Arcs
While Practising Our Daily Parts In So Far As I Am Here
Lets Not Partake Of This
The Sequential Ritual Intention Of Non-Involvement
So Taciturn And Lacking In Self Autonomy
Following The Game
As The Blind Lead The Blind
And When They Gather You By The Wrist
Tarred And Feathered You'll Twist
I Refuse To Be
One Small Cog In A Wheel
The Small Voice Of The Crowd
In The Eternal Procession They Lead
On And On We Go
Ebbing In Comfort With This Even Flow
Travelling, Unquestioning
The Torrid Face Of Severance
I Would Be With You
If I Could Just Stop Kicking
Against The Popular
So Insular And Secure
A Deviant Out Of Phase In Gesture To
The Servile TroupeOf This Great Misnomer
And When They Gather You By The Wrist
Tarred And Feathered You'll Twist
I Refuse To Be
One Small Cog In A Wheel
The Small Voice Of The Crowd
In The Eternal Procession They Lead

Exiled

She Never Wanted This
SheCan't Believe It's This
Unable To Move Weighed Down By Forced Deference
Another Needle Filled
Another Sleep Instilled
Where She Can Fly
She Fights But Can't Crawl Back
She Tries But Can't Crawl...
She Cried Or So It Seemed
As She Tried To Say Hello
And She Lays Upon Her Prison Bed
Exiled To World Alone...
She Dines With Liquid Tubes And She Lays As Research
So That They Can Lay Her On This Prison Bed
Exiled To A World Alone...
We're In A World Where Empathy Has Become The Moral High
So In A World A Such Should We Decree Should We Deny
So Is It Right To Let Life Pass Her By
Or Is It So Wrong To Leave Her Proud
She Never Wanted This
SheCan't Believe It's This
Unable To Move Weighed Down By Forced Deference
Another Needle Filled
Another Sleep Instilled
Where She Can Fly
She Fights But Can't Crawl Back
She Tries But Can't Crawl...
She Cried Or So It Seemed
As She Tried To Say Hello
And She Lays Upon Her Prison Bed
Exiled To World Alone...
I Don't Think That We Should Choose
Someone's Life Or Someone's Death
I Don't Think For To Think The Way I Do
It's My Rational Disease
A Once Chance Stance Shake This Safe Pretence
How Can Some Defend
To Keep A Life That's Been Torn From Life Alive
Under Duress Or Some Respect For Human Kind ?
Why Can't We Just Accept A Person's Choice ?
A Frail Contentious Writ Of Some Deflating Morality That Rears It Head
Why Is This State Of Grace Illegal ?

Exquisite

Into Winter With Plastic Melting
The Face You Bought Is Browed And Left Forsaken
Milk Honey Kisses Age
Try Hide In Summertime
When The Skin Pulls Tight And...
It Seems So Demanding
For The Dream Will Stay Standing
Still You Insist On This Wasting Of Time
And This Sight Is The Plight Of Your Kind
Catch The Part And I Hope That You're Holding On Tight
Because A Star Is Your Destination In Life
Rooms Crash By Where Chances Might
Don't Stay Up Until Sunset
Someone Else Trying
Someone Else Preying
I Am Wishing Sincerely
That Everyone Clone In That Sorry Place Boats
Can It Instill Some Re-Thinking
When The Last Dance Sooner
Still You Insist On This Wasting Of Time
And This Sight Is The Plight Of Your Kind
Catch The Part And I Hope That You're Holding On Tight
Because A Star Is Your Destination In Life
(You Better Never Let Go)
Splintered Winter
Is Burning The
Tattered Bird In Hand Never Spoken Of
I'm Still Wishing Sincerely
That Everyone Clone In That Sorry Story Aches
And It's Just A Game And Hopeless Believing
So When The Lights Go Out
You Sleep The Sleep Of So Many Who
Just Like You Want It Too
A Life In The Eye And Rare Perfection
Those Poor Exquisite Fools

Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy

A Caustic Craze A Chant That's Numb
Some False Set Maze Where Emotions Hang
Is This A Guise That We Hide Behind ?
Or Something Challenged A Storm In Time
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
In The Mourning Of A Dead World
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
In The Abstraction From A Deaf World
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
How Many Times Must We Confront Or Sense
Dead Beat Poets With God On There Back ?
Is This A Place Where We Can Go To Fulfil Our Needs; Entirely
Or Is It A Place Where We've Come Patiently Miming ?
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
In The Mourning Of A Dead World
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
In The Abstraction From A Deaf World
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
Sometimes I Think
Sometimes I Hate Myself
But That's Okay, Because I Think I Hate Everybody Else
Too Much Conscience!
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
In The Mourning Of A Dead World
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy
In The Abstraction From A Deaf World
There's Nothing More Sacred Than Apathy
There's Nothing More Pleasant Than Lethargy

The Parody

A Static Embrace With So Many
Eyes We're Laughing At An Audience
A Parody Of Themselves
I Would Try To Defend This
If I Could Understand The Joke Again
And Again The Same Fucking Damn Ignorance
It's How The World Speaks
When They're Laughing At You
A Comical Procession Of Consumer Freaks
They're Standing Out Not Standing Up
Not Standing There At All
And How Can I Try To Defend This
When I Can't Even Remember The Joke Again
A Whole World Full Of Sycophants
It's How The World Speaks
When They're Laughing At You
Extract Sometimes
Laughing At Someone
Laughing At A Friend
Laughing At Yourself
The Same Stupid Fucking Questions Over Again...
I Can't Ask Myself
It's Too Hard To Try
It's How The World Speaks
When They're Laughing At You

Pure Complex

Is It A Girl ?
Or Is It A Boy ?
Is She Serial ?
I Don't Mind Either Way
Is She There ?
Too Many Faces Blur
She's A Star
I Could Have This And Throw It Away
Oh No
I Think I Know The Kind
Turn On Tunes In
Drop What They Are Doing
Just To Be Here
Some Strange Inflection Taunting
Some I Chase Away
Time Moves And Those Wasted Letters
I Can't Break Away
Is It A Girl ?
Or Is It A Boy ?
Is She Serial ?
I Don't Mind Either Way
Is She There ?
Too Many Faces Blur
She's A Star
I Could Have This And Throw It Away
Too Slow
Decision Too Slow
She Stands Up
Sits Down
Head Over Heel Style
Comes Round
Infatuation Faking
Obsessive And Unhinged
A Slight Sense Of Mystery
Strange And Out Of Phase
Is It A Girl ?
Or Is It A Boy ?
Is She Serial ?
I Don't Mind Either Way
Is She There ?
Too Many Faces Blur
She's A Star
I Could Have This And Throw It Away
She's A Star
Is She Serial ?
Some Faces
Wasted Faces
You Can't Portray This When She's Plaguing Me
Like Some Pathetic Trance Mixed Up In Loves Dust Dance
Walking Strangely
Pure Complex Anxiety
Pure Complex
Pure Complex
Is She Serial

Sylvan

So Terse The Canvas To The Blind Man
He Paints A Mouth Expressive And Alive
He Maps A Body So Stainless And Sterile
Except The Eyes Wandering Voids
Shimmering Light Casting Shadows
Like Some Faust Ballet Reflect Across The Breast
And Turning To His Victim Encumbered
He Can't Recognise Or Understand
With Tethered Feet
Together Sewn At The Wrists His Arms
A Few Scattered Leaves To Dress Him
In Sylvan
Idol And Masterpiece Entwined
Touch The Embossed And Redefine
A Life Time Is Nothing But Confronting Beliefs
When The Clay Is Set And Then Shattered
He Shapes A Figure Receding Back Into The Trees
And By His Leg A Broken Figurine
Understanding Flickers In His Mind
With The Memory Of A Statuette
A Line Dredged Across His Throat
And Holes Bored Into His Cheeks
With Splintered Glass To Decorate His Waist
When Stale The Morning Comes
And Fear Has Cauterised
In These Moments Of Passing Life And Passive Tides
Confused Of All This Confused Of Everything
Head Bowed Below This Thing
Head Bowed The Palette Slides
His Final Flourish Is Not By Brush
But By Ruby A Hand

Thine Adversary

An Incision Of My Own Bride
Eternal Decension
The Pull Of The Guillotine
Crosses And Angels Burning In The Seas Of Death
Chasing Typhon, Screaming, Chanting
Unto The Endless
Until All Ends Here
I Am Treason, Shrouded In Treason
I Am Your Fear Strength And Weakness
Crucify
Reconcile
I Prostitute Myself With Fools
High Above And Ancient
I Am The Priest, The Blood, The Rape
In You The Submission Of Your Reason
Let Us Descend Into Treachery
And Liberty Will Grace Us
As Angels In Your Heart
I Am Sin, But I Am You
Torpid Lessons Befall Hateful Worlds
The Smell Of Scorched Hair
Spreading Tendrils To Emaciate Those Words
"The Ungodly", Charred Flesh Seeds Breeds
Into The Last Thread
The Vision Gift The Enema You Are
Embraces The Bride, It's Inside
I Am Inside
I Am Treason, I Am Your Fear, Strength And Weakness
I Ask To Die, To Prevail

Transfiguration (Extract 2): Delerium

How Many Times Must We Fake
When Shattering Moments Pass And Fade
Whispers In Solitude And Envy Steal
A Passionless Devotion To An Empty Stage
Lines Tumble Down A Time Worn Gaze
The Weirdest Lovers Game: Caught Up In Two Lost Plays
When The Castings Over And The Hour It Gives
To Meditating Breeze, Delerium To Seize
Spirals Over And Over We Spin
Tracing Lines Upon The Shore And Turning On Your Heels
And Asking, Asking For More, No More...
I Am Down On My Knees: I Am Choking In Me
Please Release, Please Release...
The Weirdest Lovers Game: Caught Up In Two Lost Plays
When The Castings Over And The Hour It Gives, To Imitating These
It Shoots Into My Eyes, Over, Broken And Blind

An Untold Release

Inspired Hating
Because I Don't Need Your Senseless Words
Among Your Thoughts For Pretty Girls Waifly Flowering
I've Seen Through All The Lies I Am Laughing
Preciously Destroyed I LeaveYou Wasting
I Dreamed For You Once Never Again No More Ties With You
And Your Shallow Desires I Give To You
And You'll Lay Bare When All Your Dusts Age In Silence
Too Long Too Far And Out Of Reach Now Forever More
And Those Who Believed And Shared Common Ground
And Lost The Love In Spite Of That Very One Thing
I've Taken To Despise Your Very Sight
I've Taken To Despise You !
I Would Surrender, I Would Crawl
I Would Take This With Me, But I Can't
You're Not Worth Enough
Step Outside Look Back At What It Was
Are You Still Dreaming ?